Our Very Special Relationship

In the summer I was thirteen we moved to the farm that my parents had bought by Bear Valley. The town had one tavern, a cheese factory, and a mechanic shop with a body shop around back. One afternoon right after lunch, I had to take the tractor and trailer to pick up more milk cans for the evening milking.

 When I arrived at the cheese factory, they told me it will be at least four hours before the milk cans would be ready for me to pick up. Damn! Now what!
 I don't know any one in town. I guess I will just have sit on the tractor and wait.

 My fit of annoyance soon changed, I looked across the street and there sat a boy in cut offs and no shirt on. I walked up to him and stood right in front of him.

“I am Jim, thirteen.”  I looked him in the eye to show good manners, but I was also noticing his pecker. Which I swear was hard, by the bulge in his cut offs. Before he could reply, I was already getting hard from just looking at that bulge.

“I am Toby.... Fourteen!”

Then I asked him if I could join him on the wall.

“Sure get your ass up here.”  He patted a spot for me to sit right by him. I liked that he was friendly and hopped up on the wall sitting right beside him. He asked me what I was doing here riding in on the tractor.

“Oh, I have to pick up some milk cans and thy will not be ready for four hours.”

He asked me were I lived.

I told him on our farm five miles from here.

I asked him were he lived.

“I live right here in this house by the tavern.” “My parents own the tavern.”
He asked me, “Do you like model cars?” “I put model cars  together, and I have a huge collection of cars and trucks.”
“Would you like to see my collection?” He asked.

“I sure would.”

He jumped down and motioned. “Follow me to my bedroom.” “Just don’t mind that my bedroom is a total mess.”

“That is alright, yours can’t be any worse than my bedroom is.” We both grinned at each other.

When I walked into his bedroom, there on the wall was three rows of shelves just full of model cars and trucks. I scanned each row, describing every model I knew of. He pointed out and named a few I missed, so I approved eagerly. I sat on his bed still looking at all the model cars, and he sat down beside me. Without a warning, he put his hand on my leg.
“I saw you looking at my pecker while you were standing in front of me.” “I also was looking at your pecker.”

I gulped from his boldness. Immediately I stared down at the floor,  but I admitted that I was looking.
“So, Umm....If you want me to leave I'll go.”

“Hell! No!” “I don't want you to leave.” He exclaimed.

Then his hand started moving more up my leg, sliding softly towards my cut-offs. He asked me if I ever saw another boy’s hard pecker before?

“I sure have.” “I’ve seen lots of boners on them other boys in my school.” “What about you?” I asked him.

“Yes, but up-close, just two other boys.” He asked me if I ever did anything else to other boys. He moved that wandering hand away and started to rub his pecker.
I reached over, pushed his hand away so I could rub his beginning boner.
He slid his hand back and started to rub on mine.
“Yup! I have.” “I have sucked on their peckers, and the older boys would let me swallow their sperm.” I testified. “Have you ever done anything to another boy?” I asked him.

“Yes, I've also sucked on both of them two guys, but they didn’t squirt nothing out.” “You want to suck on me?” He asked.

 “I sure would.”

 “Can I suck on yours also?” his eyes beamed.

  “You sure can.” a grin grew on my face, then he did the same.

 “We can suck on each others at the same time.” He told me anxiously. “I know how to do that also.”

For the next few hours we sucked and played with each other peckers. When it was time for me to leave, we hugged each other and he told me we will get along just fine.

“We sure will."

We exchanged phone numbers. That was the beginning of a very special relationship.

Farm Boy